Thursday, August 20, 2009

Corni Fest 2009 (Good Style)

Ahhhhhh yes, another year in beautiful Cornucopia WI. How we keep getting invited back, I will never know.
The ride there!
Unfortunately Laura couldn't make it this year, so we asked Mike to take her place.
We insisted he act out Laura-Like behavior, which included: giggling randomly and often, getting wasted after only two glasses of wine ( this proved to be the most difficult task), and talking at great length about all the health benefits of Apple Cider Vinegar, or as she calls it..... ACV.
Before the others arrived.
The Steak Pit. Or as Dale called it..... The Arm Pit.

Chris got the rowdiest the first night, and spend most of the morning (the few hours before more beer was purchased) with this look on his face. 
I was unable to live down last years splash into Siskiwit Lake (regardless of my years of safe watersporting), and was forced to wear a wet suit for our Lake Superior ride. I stayed in my boat this year, but sweated my ass off.
Mike on the other hand (who had never been in a kayak and swims like a puppy who has just been tossed into the water for the first time), was told he would be fine given his avid "oudoorsyness"-- and he was. 

The Queen of the Ball (meatball that is), Ms. watch your cocktail and your breakfast around me Maya.
Wet Suit-- Actually makes swimming in Lake Superior fun!

My alone time......... Not by choice.

Feeling a whole lot better with a few Two Hearteds in him.

uhhhhhhh, I am not familiar with this face, but I am sure it followed a nasty comment about pooping.
The Pontoon started up this year, and we had a beautiful Margarita Booooooooooooooooooze cruise.

Maya, a.k.a the Saucage.

I never followed that 30 min after eating rule,so 
Rose and swimming togther is probably fine too.

Chris's "Go F yourself face"
More Trouble.

The Original trouble.

Tim's Lake Superior property, and the next camping destination for Mike and I.

Lost Creek, Lake Superior.

Thanks once again for the hospitality and copious amounts of food and booze. 
You were unable to scare Mike away, so next summer he will be asked to return-- but as himself  this time.
All in all, it was another great weekend with my family. They really know how to have a great time, and seriously gross each other out. 
I love you guys, and I can't wait until November.

Wednesday, July 1, 2009


New Paintings 
July 18, 8pm
Umber Studios
3109 East 42nd Street Minneapolis, MN, 55406

First show in several years......
Hope you can come out to enjoy the art, beer, and friends.

Thursday, February 5, 2009

ahhh, beautiful

I am into this little number.

2009--- A Thirty Onederful Year!!!!

I bit of a blogging hiatus- sorry. I will come back and include some of the end of 08 goodies, but I really have no interest in looking back. Last year, although transformative in many wonderful ways, was really stinkin hard!
2009 will hopefully be the year I reap the benefits of last years labor, and I hope you are all along for the ride, my life is about the people in it, and the stuff I want to make.
Happy New Year my peeps.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Tribute #4, The NOT SO GOODS, The GOD DAMN GOODS, and The BADDY BADDIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The Leader of the Pack.... the King of Poop Talk........the One...... the Only (thank God)....... D$!!!!!!!
On the road to Chicago to meet up with the rest of the degenerates. 
Laura's idea of car food-  raw Dinosaur Kale
The minute we got there.......
about 45 minutes after we got there.........

Our Grandparent's grave

This is my serious face, few have seen it, drink it in.
The house my Grandfather built for his family.

Markus, aka, Cuzzzzzzzzzzzz
Berrie demonstrating what John Stewart calls, "Dick Fingers"
The Dad Dance
Chicago. We forget how small Minneapolis really is, until we go to any other city.

LA and her BF, Thomas.
We risked the smothering disappointment, and braved the SOFA show; Scotch in plastic cups was needed about 3 min. into it.
I ran into a friend from Trampa, he was the best looking thing there.

Our annual Faux Thanksgiving. 
Chris and I gave a lovely speech, though no one can really remember what was said. All in all 24 bottles of wine were consumed over the course of 3 days.


The turkeys took a little longer than expected. My years of restaurant management came in handy, but everyone got a little drunky.
The 2c's, damn CUTE!

There were NO leftovers. 2 Turkeys, 40 casseroles, cranberries, cheesy goodness, wine , wine, vegetables covered in cheese, and more wine. 

I left to meet up with some good-time friends uptown. 
This gang is good peeps- sweet, fun, and smart; why they like me- anyone's guess.


My sad face, not attractive, but sincere. I love these guys.
Yah........ I got a little lesson on how crazy dependent I am on my phone. I had put the address of my aunt's place in my phone, but was trying to memorize it throughout the evening. My phone died on the way back in the cab. The cabby dropped me off in Wicker Park at the address I had given him, only, I had mixed up the numbers. So, for about 10 cold, rainy, intoxicated minutes I wondered around with little idea of where I was, and absolutely no way of getting in touch with ANYONE!!!!!!!!!
Good work Marn!!

Sunday morning, I shared my story of how I almost died the night before, and we all sat around recovering , and flipping through old family pics.
Aaaaahhhhh, the Digs. The boat House. My favorite little nook in Wicker Park.


Thanks for another great Faux Thanksgiving weekend, you guys are so much fun, and I am so happy to have such an open, goofy, all around Good-time family.
I love you all.